For the Sketchcrawl no. 36 of last July 14th, together with Roberto, Jukio and Giacomo Filippo we went to sketch in the central area of Florence, near the Cathedral, where the narrow streets of the oldest part of the city give shadow even in the hottest days. We started making our sketches in the little Piazza Santa Elisabetta, dominated by the age-old Torre della Pagliazza. After I made some research, I discovered that the name "palliazza" generally indicated the prison towers, in fact the building was at first used as a women's jail between the Twelfth and the Thirteenth Century, while later it was used as bell tower of a church nearby, now lost. Today it is part of a hotel, but it keeps on drawing to itself the attraction of tourists, who never fail to stop and look at it, intrigued by its history and by its uniqueness in the city, as it's the only tower with a round shaped plan that has survived until today.In the second sketch I portrayed one of the buildings facing the square, with its characteristic sporti, i.e. wooden cantilevers sustaining the upper protruding part of the building.Here every building has many stories to tell, and one feels like losing himself after every smallest detail: unfortunately I could dedicate just a couple of hours to the Sketchcrawl, and I was sorry to leave the company too early, when I was still feeling like sketching and I would have liked to have more time to get to know better my fellow sketchers. The only thing I can do is hope in the next time...(watercolour pencils on travel sketchbook Winsor & Newton 5,8"x8,3" cm).

When I have to go by feet from one place to another of Florence, I love to choose not the shortest way, but the one that I like most, and that allows me to admire something beautiful or exciting.

Among my favourite ways, there surely is via Faenza.

Oriented towards the Faenza Gate (now included in the Fortezza da Basso), beyond which there was the convent of the Nuns of Faenza, today in its part closer to the city centre it’s a very pleasant scene, swarming with life and small shops and unpretentious restaurants, often managed by foreigners.

I used to walk here with my mother when we went together to the near market of San Lorenzo, or we came to a simple yet well stocked leather shop just near here, recently replaced by a Chinese rotisserie.

(While it isn't one of the streets where I walk with a light heart at night: after the closing time of the shops, the narrow and sparsely attended alleys of this area lend themselves to the sneaky encounters of those who make illegal deals, and it's better to keep out).

In my drawing, made in a sultry afternoon of early July, I also portrayed the small church of Saint Jacopo in Campo Corbolini (on the left), neglected by the majority of those walking by maybe for its humble look, despite its noblest origins – it was founded in the remote 1206, and from 1256 it belonged to the Knights Templar and, later, to the Knights of Saint John (subsequently called Knights of Rhodes and of Malta).